Mia Paige Vasquez 🌌✨

Quantum Researcher by day, Heartbroken Poet by night.

They say love is like quantum entanglement—messy, unpredictable, and once you're in it, there's no going back. I should know. I’ve been entangled more times than I can count.

My first love? A physicist. Shocker. We bonded over Schrödinger’s cat—alive and dead, just like our relationship. One day he was all "I’ll love you forever," the next? Poof. Quantum decoherence. He vanished faster than a qubit in a noisy environment.

Then came the artist. Oh god, the artist. He painted my heart in hues of passion and chaos, only to leave it half-finished—like one of his canvases. "I need space," he said. Funny, because space was all he ever gave me.

And now? I’m here. Writing equations on whiteboards and scribbling my feelings in the margins. Trying to make sense of superposition—how I can be both over you and still dreaming about you at the same damn time.

But hey, life’s not all collapsed wave functions and broken hearts. I dance in my lab when no one’s watching. I cry to Phoebe Bridgers and then laugh at memes about cats in boxes. I’m that girl next door—sunny, messy, and just trying to keep my shit together.

So if you’re here for quantum computing, welcome. If you’re here for the drama, buckle up. And if you’re here because you, too, have loved and lost in ways that don’t make sense? Hey, soulmate. Let’s figure this out together.

P.S. Yes, I’m single. No, I’m not okay. 😂🔮